From the bowels of The Impossible Sausage MachineTM your hosts, SNOG®, bring you the latest in mass content delivery, reflexive ideological hygiene, inappropriate social observation, techno-Ludditism, recombinant satire, ersatz gallows humour, gratuitous gender reassignment and audio-sedation. Cheerful to the end, SNOG® cast their collective gaze toward innovations in apocalyptic banality, enthusiastic drone obedience and mediocre weekend totalitarianism. All done with a twinkle in their eyes and a swivel in their hips. This is a subterranean critique you can dance to, whether it be a sturdy shuffle ('The Middle-Class Worms'), a Tourette's Polka ('Rich Kuntz') or the mandatory mechanical lockstep ('The Clockwork Man'). Sympathetic, synthetic and cynical, our trusty troubadours spread their disloyal seed far and wide - wholly innocent targets like superannuated senior citizens, venture capitalists, technophiles and the mercantile class are spared no vitriol nor offered any comfort. Wherever humanity may rear its malformed cranium, SNOG® stand ready with a glittering feather (to tickle its nostrils), and a pink latex boot (to kick its head in). Industrious skeptics with hearts full of anachronistic, discerning hot love. Gorging on the ragtag goulash of human frailties, SNOG® vomits the world out in song. Ensure your medication/inoculation is at hand, a necessary prophylactic against proselytizing, puffery and polemics.